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One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.
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HIPAA. Trust and believe, these stories are halfway made-up and halfway made up of lots of other stories. I will protect patient privacy like it's my job. Because it is.
Many of the photos showing mundane things are ones I took. As for memes and other google picture search images, I've been horribly bad at photo crediting - I will be attempting to go back through and properly credit things or remove them if I can't. But rest assured, ain't no real patient pictures up here, folks.
While I appreciate those reading the blog, I don't advertise for any website. I can only be responsible for my own opinion, and thus politely decline any offer to "host a post" or otherwise advertise something not written by me...But thanks anyway!
Many of the photos showing mundane things are ones I took. As for memes and other google picture search images, I've been horribly bad at photo crediting - I will be attempting to go back through and properly credit things or remove them if I can't. But rest assured, ain't no real patient pictures up here, folks.
While I appreciate those reading the blog, I don't advertise for any website. I can only be responsible for my own opinion, and thus politely decline any offer to "host a post" or otherwise advertise something not written by me...But thanks anyway!
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2 comments:
Mm hmm. I polished off an orange/pineapple cake gifted by a neighbor in just over 24 hours. My GI still questions my sanity. But, oh my, it was delectable and I delected it til it was gone. Did someone say Pumpkin Pie ?~!
My grandma made 3 "lemon ice box" pies. I'm not sure why they are called that b/c each calls for a bunch of sweetened condensed milk. But I'm pretty sure despite the 16 family members in attendance, I ate 2 of the 3 pies...and I may be under-exaggerating a bit to forget the fact that my pants no longer fit. Except the black stretchy ones. Glad being a nurse allows us to wear baggy scrubs with drawstrings!
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